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And she would not delay
6 She came with mother and with sire
They bore me to the nearest hut-
Thus the vain fool who strove to glut
Sent me forth to the wilderness, Bound, naked, bleeding, and alone, To pass the desert to a throne,
What mortal his own doom may guess ?
Let none despond, let none despair!
As I shall yield when safely there. Comrades, good night!"-The Hetman threw
His length beneath the dak-tree shade,
With leafy couch already made,
And if ye marvel Charles forgot
The king had been an hour asleep.